Lyrics Юрий Шевчук - ЛТП

Eh, night, and something I can not sleep
Beds, people are exactly in a row
I'm old, nervous, in a psychiatric hospital
I lay that day on end

Wife-cholera with a skinny mother-in-law
Everything was poured into the table
Then - call, which is much easier
And they bring me here in a madhouse

And at the reception the doctor is the chief
So raised an eyebrow in surprise
And he threw: "The guy, it seems, glorious,
But in veins vodka, not blood & quot;

We are not treated here for colds
Here in a gray uniform, a nurse,
We are being treated here ... oh-yo, oh-yoy
It's a hard time

Here the sons of freedom gathered,
And everyone - the first spill
Here people's soul is treated
From the decomposing beer

My neighbor, Fyodor, can not sleep,
Sits in shorts, looks out the window
One thing worries him now:
That jumping hurt high

Semyonov twists his neck in a scar
He drank too hotly
I wanted to hang myself, but took off
And he rubs his neck, laughing nervously

Eh, night, moan, cough, screams "Planted!"
Semyonov scratches his neck like a beast
Senya squeaks with his teeth: "Do not top up!"
And in time he sings sadly the door

We lived simply in Spartan,
And often slept on the ground,
We are strangers to passions in a philistine way, they were, were ...
They were on beer and wine,

And we did not put money in the piggy bank, like some, yes,
And drove the state to turn,
For what we friends, grids and stretchers,
Such a sinister turn in fate?